Sometimes, we fight a war we know we would never win. It’s a war of ego. It’s a war of pride. It’s a war of love. The fate is already decided. Still, we fight. A lonely battle. It’s not about winning. It’s about not giving up. It’s not about proving the world. It’s about satisfying the innerself. On the outside there is calm. Inside, there is a storm. There is no logic which applies. It will go on, till the last breath.

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